The cup rose toward my mouth. I could smell the liquid as it approached my lips.”
I’m writing this as I sit with a hot cup of coffee beside me. This prompt could be about just that, enjoying an everyday drink and pondering* the things of life.
It could be something very different. Do I want to drink what is in the cup? Is it poison? Am I being forced to drink? Does the cup contain the forbidden fruit of an alcoholic? An alcoholic being forced to drink by their personal demons? Or are you tasting something strange for the first time? Or something remembered from a childhood many years before?
As ever, no rules apart from the prompt to write itself. Pick up the pen, or put the finger to the keyboard. This is your fiction prompt, let your imagination flow.
* I use the word pondering a lot… though I’m not sure if it is the word or action that I like.